2003-04-25

<SypherSK> ::is now fully recovered from Kaeru’s draining him… tho’ considerably worried about his “other half”… but otherwise feeling no ill effects::
<Protocol> ((::supposes will be her for today jez, though can toss in someone else later if needed::))
<LizStormcrow> ::is in the park with Bexa, reading a textbook::
*** _Matt_ is now known as Globulous
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::is writing in a notebook::
<Globulous> :: If she still be there, walks up to Prot’s “borrowed” apartment door and knocks on it ::
<Protocol> ::sleeping in that empty apartment as she was tuckered out from the past days events::
<Protocol> ::blinks awake slowly… sits up a bit confused.:: <Great… now whot?> ::stands up and slowly goes to the door. peeks out the peep hole:: <If its that bum again…>
*** Protmun has quit IRC (Ping timeout for Protmun)
<Protocol> ((<Protocol> Ah ha ha! Take that mun!))
<Globulous> :: smiles at the peephole, like he’s looking in the reflection to clean his teeth with his tongue. Is in his trailer trash version of Tony the Tiger, mullet and all ;) ::
<LizStormcrow> ::looks at Bexa over her book with narrowed eyes::
<SypherSK> ((<Prot> ::scream! barricades the door::))
<Protocol> … ::not sure who this is. opens the door, keeping the chain lock on:: Whot do you want? ::grrrs::
<Protocol> ((::dies::))
<LizStormcrow> ((lol))
<Globulous> :: shoves the door open, breaking the chain and waltzing right on in :: Nice place :: looking at the lack of furniture :: And I love to decor :: voice is his voice, that somewhat evil yet somewhat…evil voice ;) ::
<Protocol> ::steps to the side so she’s not slapped with the door apon his entrance. ears flick recognizing the voice:: I’m not staying here perminately.
<Globulous> For once you’re absolutely right. :: walking about, taking his index finger and rubbing it along a counter top, checking it for dust :: We’re leaving
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::hums to himself as he writes. Then pauses.:: Stormcrow, which do you think sounds better: “Thus is was” or “And so it was”?
<Protocol> ::leans against the wall:: That so? And where are we going? ::wonders if he has that rock on him… not feeling as up to par as before, but still strong from the rest::
<LizStormcrow> ::starts to say something, but stops:: Um . . . “Thus it was”, I think. What are you writing, anyway?
<Protocol> ((Where are Bexa and LS?))
<LizStormcrow> ((in the park near the MBI))
<Globulous> We’re going recruiting.
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> I’m working on my novel. Which reminds me, I need to go back to the Bureau; there are still a few questions I need answered. Will you be all right on your own?
<Protocol> … this is what Dark Kat wants me for?
<Globulous> ((mwa, retro: http://senatorserver.net/~2507174/mbi/gbwanted.jpg ))
<LizStormcrow> ::nods::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::so heads down the street, toward the MBI::
<Protocol> ((LOL <Prot>… why didn’t I get this flyer before? I didn’t realize you had a bounty on your head. ::calls numbers::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::DEAD!::))
<Globulous> Not entirely, but it’s a start. :: digs through his pockets, pulls out a crumpled piece of paper :: There’s going to be a gathering of the city’s “underworld” later today. The crime bosses are putting their body guards up against one another and making them fight. Whoever wins gets territorial bragging rights. Dark Kat sees this as an opportunity in the rebuilding of his forces.
<SypherSK> ((<Globby> ::gives Prot a bag of candy:: Here, use this first, intimidation second and see if you can’t lure those idiot NPC Megs to our cause. <Prot> WHY?! <Globby> Dark Kat needs as much cannon fodder as he can get.))
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::walks slowly into the Bureau:: Hello.
<Globulous> ((::dies::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dies::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD bounty::))
<Protocol> Whot? ::narrows eyes:: I’m not HIS body guard, and why doesn’t he just get YOU alone to find him more lackeys?
<Protocol> ((::dies::))
<SypherSK> ::looks up to see Bexa:: Mr. Bexorn. Hello. What brings you back here?
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> Good day, Lt. Greypaw. I just wanted to ask a little about what happened after the last incident. Research for my writing.
<SypherSK> With the mutant vines?
<Globulous> :: shrugs :: That’s what I said. Apparently he wants you to do it. Don’t know why, I’m more qualified after all. There’s no way you’d be able to pull off a victory anyway.
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::nods:: How did your agency go about repairing the problem?
<Protocol> I know a way. ::eyes flash and she smiles a moment::
<Globulous> No there’s not :: faking ignorance ;) ::
<Protocol> If you give me that dark matter rock then I could defeat any of the other underworld lackeys with a flick of my paw.
<SypherSK> Well, Agent Lennox worked up a formula that helped us get into the neighborhood and make sure any infected kats were cared for. The SWAT Kats handled the rest of the vines.
<Protocol> ::says annoyed::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> That’s good to hear. ::writes everything down::
<Globulous> Yes, but wouldn’t that be *too* easy? I mean, as you are right now, you’d be a qualified candidate. It’s not like you’d need this :: holding up a small plastic baggy ::
<Protocol> I thought you just said I wouldn’t be able to pull off a victory? ::eyes the baggy::
<SypherSK> ((<Globby> ::perches on Prot’s back, holding the rock out on the end of a fishing line in front of her and guides her into the ring:: Okay, right hook! ::swings rock toward her first opponent:: <Prot> ::punches the guy trying to grab the rock::))
<Protocol> <Josie>::is there at the MBI if Bexa ‘n Sy wanna bug her for anything::
<Globulous> ((::snorks!::))
<Protocol> ((::dead!::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dies::))
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> Lt. Greypaw, I was wondering . . . would you mind hearing a little of my draft? I need to get others’ opinions.
<SypherSK> No, not at all.
<Globulous> I did. But then again, I’m not the one who’s made this decision. You fight, you get a complimentary Dark Matter sample. You win, you get another. Seeing a pattern?
<Protocol> <Josie>::is in the breakroom getting a cup of coffee and taking a break from paperwork::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::smiles:: Thank you. ::opens his notebook, and begins a dramatic, emotional reading reminiscent of broadcast preachers::
<SypherSK> ::listens, curious::
<Protocol> ::nods:: I get it.
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::walks around as he reads, gesturing occasionally:: *Thus* it was that the agents rode into battle like warriors out of legend . . .
<SypherSK> ((<Josie> ::sticks her head in:: Sypher… are you trying to get points with the captain by hiring people to write epic poetry about us? <Sypher> It wasn’t my idea!))
<Globulous> :: looks at stylish rolex watch, really out of place with the rest of his attire. :: Now, if the chit chat is over, we have an appointment with lower MKC. :: then produces something from behind his back, handing it to her :: And, since you’ll be playing the role of Body Guard, here’s something made special for you :: one of those Mercy Graves style suit dress getups ::
<LizStormcrow> ((lol))
<Globulous> ((<Lex> Mercy, why were you late? <Mercy Graves> :: standing at her post, wearing a pink mumu :: Lex, someone stole my uniform))
<Protocol> ((::dies!!::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEADDEAD!::))
<Protocol> ((::dead::))
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> And *even* so . . . ::pauses for a moment, and squints at a line:: Lt. Greypaw, do you think this line should read “And he did striketh” or “And he strucketh”?
<SypherSK> ::wonders how much a part the Megs have in this book::
<LizStormcrow> ((::DIES::))
<SypherSK> Er… I’d stay with “And he did striketh.”
<Globulous> ((<Bexa> :: dedicates one line to the Megs, but concentrates on all the baddies :: <Dark Kat> Hrm, I like this :: captures Bexa and forces em’ to right for him for eternity ::))
<Globulous> ((write even, lol))
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> Excellent. ::writes it::
<LizStormcrow> ((::DEADDEAD!::))
<SypherSK> ((::dies::))
<Protocol> … ::takes the clothing:: Alright. ::puts on the jacket over her blouse, buttons it, puts hat on. smirks then:: Glad I don’t have to wear a mullet. ::smirks
<Protocol> ::
<SypherSK> ((<Dark Kat> Be sure to say how I smiteth the whole world and crusheth my foes. ::wants this every other line:: ))
<LizStormcrow> ((::DEAD smiteth the whole world!::))
<Protocol> ((::dying!::))
<Globulous> On the contrary :: changes into a fat mob boss type :: Now, let-sa get goin’
<Protocol> Whotever. ::waits for him to go::
<Globulous> :: heads on out…where there’s a limo watin’ ::
<Protocol> ((<Bexa>::has to keep a handkerchief on hand from DK’s spittle::))
<Protocol> ::follows Globby. narrows eyes at the limo::
<SypherSK> ((<Prot> ::wonders what the limo’s real form is and if it changes back at midnight::))
<Globulous> ((::dies::))
<Protocol> ((::dead!::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dead:: <Limo> ::turns back into a donut box:: <Engine> ::becomes a gerbil in a plastic wheel::))
<Protocol> ((<Prot> Knowing Dark Kat… its really a twinkie))
<SypherSK> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Protocol> ((::dead::))
<Globulous> :: gets in on the passenger end, closing the door, then rolls down the window :: There’s room in the passender side of the driver’s compartment :: smiles, then rolls window up ::
<Protocol> … ::mrrrs, goes over and gets in on the passenger’s side of the front of the driver’s compartment. slams door after herself::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::finishes his dramatic recital:: So, what do you think?
<SypherSK> ::not sure what to say to all the “-eths”:: Er…. wow…
<Globulous> <Driver> :: looks over at her :: Ah, you must be Mr. Ryker’s new body guard. :: starting the engine ::
<Protocol> ::blinks at “Mr. Ryker’s” but doesn’t say anything. just nods::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::is flattered:: Thank you. Of course, this is only the first part. The rest will focus more on your agency.
<Protocol> ::assumes that’s who Globby is supposed to be::
<SypherSK> Our agency? I thought you were studying all the types of law enforcement?
<Globulous> :: via intercom :: 12th and Slum, and be quick about it. <Driver> Yes sir! :: peppy, pulls out and heads that way ::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> I am. But I find yours particularly fascinating.
<SypherSK> ((<Bexa> Well, Commander Feral didn’t have time to speak with me personally and I finally had to escape that Steele fellow by leaping into a passing garbage truck. After two hours of listening to his life’s story he was still just on his first six months and I was losing my mind.))
<Protocol> ((<Protocol> Driver? Whot are YOU doing here?! I thought you were getting a cure for your virus!! <Driver> … ma’am?))
<LizStormcrow> ((::DEAD at both!::))
<SypherSK> ((::DIES Driver::))
<Globulous> <MBI Phone> :: rings ::
<Protocol> ((::dies:: <Bexa> Plus that baton of Feral’s was annoying… it only said a few sayings that didn’t make sense… Do I… act like a stupid hotshot? ::tears in eyes::))
<SypherSK> ::blinks, interrupted as he was about to respond to Bexa, picks up the phone:: MegaKat Bureau of Investigation?
<LizStormcrow> ((::dies::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEADDEAD::))
<Globulous> <Phone> “This is Enforcer Lieutenant Jeriken, Dispatch. We just received a call from somone stating that they saw some suspicious activity near 12th and Slum. We’re a bit strung out at the moment, and we’d appreciate it if you sent someone to check it out”
<SypherSK> ::blinkies:: Alright. I’ll send someone right out.
<Globulous> <Phone> :: hangs up ::
<Protocol> ((::snort “Slum”:: <Hard Drive>::lives on Slum Avenue, next to Shady Drive and down the street from Stalker Road:: I’m hosting the annual gang fi- er block party this year.))
<SypherSK> ::looks at caller ID to see if it really came from Enforcer HQ, that was strange::
<SypherSK> ((::DEADDEAD!::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dies::))
<Globulous> <Caller ID> :: is legitimate ::
<SypherSK> Huh… Excuse me, Mr. Bexorn, but the Enforcers have asked for help in investigating something.
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::nods:: I understand.
<SypherSK> ::should he find Josie or you need all your attention on Prot, Annu?::
<Globulous> <Driver> :: afet a bit of traveling, arrives there ::
<Protocol> <Josie>::nah, can handle two chars tonight. ^_^::
<Globulous> :: exits the car on his own before the chaufer(sp) can open it for him ::
<SypherSK> ::pokes his head into the breakroom and spies Josie:: Agent Lyons. You up for checking out some “suspicious activity”?
<Protocol> ::exits the limo as well. shuts the door and goes with Globby::
<Protocol> <Josie>::looks to Sypher:: Sure thing, Sypher. ::gulps rest of coffee, sets mug in sink. goes up to Sy:: Where to?
<Globulous> <Chaufer> :: drives off ::
<SypherSK> Near 12th and Slum. ::idly, has to wonder if anything *but* suspicious activity goes on near a street named “Slum”::
<Globulous> <Scenery> :: is dirty and ghetto-like in appearace. Building they be entering is a run down gymnasium with several kats in suits all about. The atmosphere is somewhat light, while maintaining a sense of seriousness about it ::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::listens to them curiously:: <hm . . . perhaps I should tell Stormcrow about this. She might like to watch.>
<Protocol> <Josie>::nods, checks side arm ‘n heads out with Sy?:: Hmmm… and what is classified as “suspicious”?
<Protocol> ::whispers to Globulous:: Is Dark Kat supposed to be here himself?
<Globulous> Don’t be fooled by the pleasantry :: as a few other fat mob bosses converse with each other, laughing and seemingly having a good time :: There’s always the potential for something to go…awry.
<SypherSK> ::checking his own sidearm:: They didn’t say. I just got a weird call from Enforcer Dispatch saying they needed someone to look into a call they’d received.
<Protocol> ::smirks:: I know there really is no honor among thieves.
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> Slum and 12th . . . ::louder:: Lt. Greypaw, I think I’ll go now. Thank you for your help.
<Globulous> Of course not. Dark Kat wouldn’t be caught dead here among these “inferiors.” I’ll be acting as his emisary.
<Protocol> <Josie> ::nods, then blinks:: Who’s that?
<SypherSK> ::turns:: Alright. Come back anytime, Mr. Bexorn. ::then to Josie:: He’s a friend of Stormcrow’s.
<Protocol> I see. ::looks about at the “competition”::
<Protocol> <Josie> Oh… the girl who can um… make with the fire? ::gets in her car, waits for Sy::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::nods to Josie:: Good day, ma’am. ::turns and goes out, heading back to the park::
<LizStormcrow> ::is still reading:: Find out what you wanted?
<SypherSK> ::nods, hops in the car with her… joy, a *real* car!::
<Globulous> <Body Guard> :: standing amidst the crowd, fidgeting with a deck of cards :: <Body Guard 2> :: big guy, about 6’5″. Wearing dark shades and black gloves :: <Misc. Others> :: about the same with little difference ::
<Protocol> <Josie>::yep! and one that doesn’t regularly get exploded <g> shortly arrives, driving slowly down the street. a few blocks down, parks:: Maybe we should walk the rest of the way to get a better view without being seen?
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> I did, and I heard something you might be interested in. ::tells her about the phone call and the disturbance::
<Globulous> :: walks up to the Matre’de, speaks to him, then scribbles down some stuff onto a form ::
<SypherSK> ::nods:: That would probably be the best idea.
<LizStormcrow> ::eyes light up:: We’re there! I’ve been needing to test my magic in battle! ::grins and leaps up::
<Protocol> ::watches Globby:: <These thugs. They all look the same to me. Stupid biologicals. Just you wait.>
<Protocol> <Josie>::gets outta the car, ‘n sneaks through an alley towards the crowd of gathered low-lives with Sy::
<SypherSK> ::looks around at the neighborhood as he follows Josie::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> Stormcrow, calm down. It’s probably nothing, and we shouldn’t make trouble. ::leads her to the car, and they drive to the general area, stopping some streets away::
<Globulous> :: returns with a name-tag, and unceremoniously pins it on her ::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::gives Stormcrow a look:: Now remember, we’re just here to watch. Don’t go blasting the first thing that moves. And if trouble starts, we must leave. It’s my duty to protect you.
<LizStormcrow> ::tries to look innocent as she follows him::
<SypherSK> ::pauses as they near the end of the alley and the gathering:: I dont’ think we’re exactly dressed for this… ::tugging at his MBI uniform::
<Protocol> Whot’s this? ::peers at nametag::
<Globulous> ((<LS> HABBABIT-TAH! :: raises arms up :: <Sypher> :: POOF! clothes change :: …thanks…I think…))
<Protocol> <Josie> eh heh… guess not… ::as she has her MBI uniform as well:: ::hides behind a dumpster::
<Protocol> ((::dead::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dies::))
<Globulous> Your Alias :: backs up, reads it :: Bambie Burns
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!:: <Sy> ::finds he’s inna grass skirt:: Uhm… I take it back… ))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dies!::))
<SypherSK> ((<Sy> ::then to Josie:: You mean… for the first time in my life I get to do the “jump a goon and take his clothes” trick?! ))
<Globulous> <Random Thug> :: walking about, not too far away from Sy and Josie ::
<Protocol> ((::diies::))
<SypherSK> ::hides as well, peeks out, thinking::
<Protocol> … remind me to beat you later for such a horrid alias.
<SypherSK> ::ducks back to hide from the thug::
<Globulous> Now Bambie, save all that anger for the competition :: smiles ::
<Protocol> <Josie>What do you suggest we do, Sypher? ::asks quietly::
<Protocol> ::growls at him in response. XD::
<LizStormcrow> ::is walking along a backstreet, when she hears voices:: Bexa, someone’s up ahead.
<SypherSK> I think we need a change of clothes… So, does that jumping a henchman and taking his clothes deal really work like in the movies?
<Protocol> <Josie> Um… well there’s one way to find out. ^^;
<SypherSK> ((<Josie> How should I know? I always end up fighting mutants, monsters, and Dark Kat… Two of those don’t believe in clothes and the other… ::twitches:: That doesn’t bear thinking about.))
<Protocol> ((::DIIIES::))
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::nods:: We’ll look, but don’t get too close. ::leads the way toward the Gathering of the Thugs. Passes near Sy and Josie, probably, though doesn’t see them::
<LizStormcrow> ((::DEAD::))
<Globulous> :: continues walking in towards the main part of the building, to reveal a an oversized ring in the middle of the gym, complete with referee. Interior is all lit up, with long tables filled with food, and band playing music, and lots of kats in suits sitting in the refurbished bleachers. Almost Vegas-like is style ::
<Globulous> <Thug> :: is oblivous and alone ;) ::
<SypherSK> ((<Sy and Josie> ::jump Bexa and Liz, end up in their clothes:: <Sy> I feel like I’ve seen this robe before…))
<LizStormcrow> ((::DEAD!::))
<Protocol> ::following Globby looking around curiously::
<Protocol> ((::dead!::))
<SypherSK> ::so, slinks out and tries to discreetly whack the thug in the back of the head with the butt of his blaster::
<Protocol> <Josie> ::nods to Sy like, go on I’ll back you up.::
<Globulous> <Fighters in the ring> :: exchanging blows, one ducks the other, and then leaps into the air with a spinning kick :: <Unfortunate One> :: gets kicked and sent flying out of the ring, landing on a misc. beverage table :: X_X <Referee> Knock Out! <Ring Bell> :: rings :: <Crowds> :: cheer ::
<Protocol> … how barbaric and primitive. ::comments::
<Globulous> <Thug> Urk! :: collapses to the ground :: X_o
<SypherSK> ::grabs him by the shoulders and drags him back to the alley as quickly as possible::
<Globulous> <Winner> :: hands in the air, hogging all his temporary glory ;) ::
<Globulous> <Boss Thetch> That’s my boy! :: standing up, clapping ::
<LizStormcrow> ::ears perk at the sound of the thug falling around the corner:: Bexa, this way! ::walks to the scene::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::looks around:: I see nothing
<SypherSK> ((<Josie> But, there’s only one of him… and he’s huge… <Sy> Hmmm…. ::some minutes later, an oddly built fellow staggers up to the door with one voice hissing commands from his mouth proper and another grunting from around the area of his navel:: <Josie> ::wearing a fake moustache and sitting on Sy’s shoulders, sighs:: It must be cliche day…))
<LizStormcrow> ((::diesdead!::))
<Protocol> ((::dead::))
<Globulous> ((::DIES!::))
<Protocol> ((If they took down DK, Bexa, LS, Sy, and Josie could all fit in that disquise at once ;D))
<Protocol> ((disguise^))
<LizStormcrow> ((lol))
<LizStormcrow> ((Someone should draw that))
<Globulous> ((<DK> :: manages to sneak a grand piano out of the store under his robes ::))
<Protocol> <Josie>::hurries up to Sypher’s side to help him if he needs it. is a lookout in case someone comes::
<Globulous> I’ll be taking my seat now, securing some contacts and the like. :: looks at a chart :: And…I think that you’re up next.
<LizStormcrow> ((anyone want to volunteer? If not, I’ll do it))
<LizStormcrow> I know I heard something fall. ::is near the alley, could probably be heard by Sy and Josie::
<SypherSK> ((::DIIIIES DK disguise::))
<Protocol> ((LOL Go for it LS!))
<SypherSK> ::ears twitch, hearing voices:: Uh oh… Hide. ::ducks back behind some trashcans::
<LizStormcrow> ((ok))
<Protocol> Fine. Just don’t forget about what you owe me when I win.
<LizStormcrow> ::looks into the alley:: Is someone there? ::conjures up a light-ball, walks in cautiously::
<Protocol> <Josie>::hides quickly as well::
<SypherSK> ((<Bexa, LS, Sy, and Josie> ::sneak in inside Dark Kat’s robes:: <Sy> Okay… Done with Phase One. Now for Phase Two – the distraction. ::throws off the robe and reveals all of them dressed like performers and with a grand piano and full orchestra::))
<SypherSK> ::blinks, recognizes that voice, peeks out:: Stormcrow?
<LizStormcrow> ((::dies!::))
<LizStormcrow> ::listens:: Lt. Greypaw? ::claps hand closed, light goes out::
<SypherSK> Yeah… I’m over here with Agent Lyons… What are you doing here?
<Globulous> <Ring Announcer> :: as the ring is getting cleaned up behind him :: Our next match is between Boss Yuku and Boss Ryker. :: looking at his notecard :: Weighing in at 230 pounds, he’s the Gate-Keeper of the Ghetto, that physchotic sicophant, Roy “Red” Ricksooooooooooooooon! <Crowds> :: wave fists and boo :: <Red> :: walks up to the ring, mutters :: I’m not a sicophant…:: walks up to the Ref :: Hey, that’s a nice suit you got there ^_^
<Protocol> ((::dead!::))
<Protocol> <Josie>::peeks out now as well from behind Sy::
<LizStormcrow> I . . . well, Bexa and I . . . ::looks embarrassed, is ashamed to admit she followed them:: I’m sorry I interrupted. I’ll go.
<Protocol> ::blinks, narrows eyes at Roy::
<SypherSK> ::blinkblinks:: Er… What were you doing here in the first place?
<Protocol> <Josie> This is MBI business… not safe for you two civillians. ::says softly::
<LizStormcrow> ::gulps, then finally says it:: . . . I followed.
<Protocol> <Josie>::though figures LS can handle herself with her powers. not sure about Bexa::
<SypherSK> ::nods to what Josie said:: Why? Well… nevermind, this isn’t the best time.
<Globulous> <Ring Announcer> His opponet, weighing in at 170 pounds, is none other than the beautiful, deadly and above all leading strong-woman of the underworld, Bambie Burns! <Crowds> :: cheer, some even whistle, some hoot like monkeys ;) ::
<LizStormcrow> I understand. ::turns to go, then notices the unconscious thug:: What happened?
<Protocol> <Josie>::ears flick:: Do you hear that… it sounds like… a large crowd someplace nearby… Wrestlemania isn’t in town, are they?
<Globulous> ((<Sypher> Um…he tripped…yeah ))
<Protocol> ::rolls her eyes:: Bloomin’ tossers… ::grumbles. climbs into the ring, stands at her corner::
<LizStormcrow> ::listens:: I don’t think so. ::points to the thug:: Was there an accident?
<Protocol> ((LOL!))
<SypherSK> ::blinks at the sounds, then looks back to LS:: We were uh… trying to swipe his clothes actually… ::kinda embarrassed to be caught acting out a movie trick::
<Globulous> :: takes his seat next to Boss Yuku, engages in conversation with em’ ::
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<LizStormcrow> ::stifles a chuckle at that:: If you need clothes, Bexa and I can get some.
<SypherSK> ((Hey, Kooshie!0)
<Kooshmeister> ((I am so freaking late it’s not even funny…))
<SypherSK> ::blinks:: From where?
<LizStormcrow> ((Hail Koosh!))
<Globulous> <Ref.> :: standing between the two :: All right, I want a good dirty fight. Only rule, no guns allowed. Sorry Red. <Red> :: sigh, and opens up his suit to dump out loads of guns, clattering on the ring mat ::
<Kooshmeister> ((yes, bow down, my faithful subjects!!))
<LizStormcrow> Well, one of our suitcases is in the car a short ways back.
<SypherSK> ((Yeah, yeah… We throw gravel at your feet and all that.))
<Globulous> ((Just in time! Think Nowun would send Xander or someone to participate in a Maffia-related underworld fight? Dark Kat took some interest in it for some reason, maybe he would too?))
<Protocol> ((Hey Kooshie!))
<Kooshmeister> ((When Mills Lane goes bad…))
<Kooshmeister> ((Perhaps, sounds tempting. :) ))
<Protocol> ::smirks at Roy::
<Globulous> ((<Mills Lane> Now, let’s get it on! :: fires pistol, which causes some supports to come crashing down onto him ::))
<SypherSK> Oh. ::glad his dark fur covers a bit of a blush:; That’d work great.
<Protocol> <Josie> Yes it would… you sure you don’t mind?
*** Kooshmeister is now known as Dr_Nowun
<Globulous> <Ref.> :: arms full as he picks up all the guns and tosses them out of the ring :: <Red> Hey, those ain’t cheap you know!
<Dr_Nowun> ::Is in the audience, I guess, with Maws n’ Xander; the former with a huge bucket of popcorn::
<LizStormcrow> Sure; it’s fine. I warn though; it’s not much, and it’s mostly my things. I don’t know if they’re right for whatever you’re trying to do.
<Globulous> <Ref.> All right, now let’s get it on! <Ring Bell> :: rings :: <Crowd> :: cheers ::
<Protocol> Quit your whining, and let’s get this over with. ::rushes at him with a fist towards his face in an attempt to slug him!::
<SypherSK> Well, almost anything would be better than a law enforcement uniform. Given the kind of guys hanging around over there, I don’t think we’ll get far dressed like this.
*** Globulous is now known as Roy_Rickson
<Dr_Nowun> <NoGoodnick> ::Is also present, although mun doubts he’ll get involved in any fights::
<Roy_Rickson> ((<NG> :: is the one serving the refreshments ::))
<Protocol> <Josie> We just need something over our bpvs so we’re not recognized as Megs.
<Dr_Nowun> <Xander> Sir, this place isn’t very secure…I thought you didn’t want such a high profile?
<LizStormcrow> ::nods, and leaves the alley. Gives a quick explanation to Bexa:: I need the car keys.
<SypherSK> ((<NG> ::attempted to get in a fight and was ignored for hours until someone mistook him for a soccer ball, is now being punted about::))
<LizStormcrow> ((LOL))
<Protocol> ((::dead::))
<Dr_Nowun> ::Slurping a soda:: Oh, shut up and let me enjoy myself.
<Dr_Nowun> ((LMAO))
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::narrows eyes:: I’ll get the clothes. You’re not touching my car. ::goes to get the bag::
<Dr_Nowun> <Maws> ::Opens mouth, stuffs the entire bucket of popcorn inside and swallows it whole:: ^_^
<LizStormcrow> ::goes back in the alley, a little sulky. Looks at her robe suddenly:: Would this work? ::tugs at it::
<Protocol> ::is in the ring right now Mr. Nowun <g> dressed like Mercy from Superman Animated series::
<Roy_Rickson> Whoa there, sweet-stuff :: ducks the punch, winding up behind her. Is a quick fella there, very fluid-like in movement :: Don’t want ya to break a nail :: playful shove :: <Crowds> :: laugh ::
<Protocol> ::tries to kick him at a spot that men dunna like for that one <g>::
<SypherSK> ((<Nowun> Besides, it’s not like anyone’s going to get close to me… ::as there’s a ten foot swath of empty seating around them because of Maws, he ate a folding metal chair earlier and no one’s come near since::))
<Protocol> ((::DEAD::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::DIES::))
<Roy_Rickson> :: issa kicked :: O_O <Some in crowd> :: wince ::
<Dr_Nowun> ((::DIES))
<SypherSK> ::blinks, looks to Josie, isn’t sure how normal a robe is either:: Well… ::looks down at thug, crinkles his nose:: I think I’ll make do with this fellow’s getup… It seems to be in style over there.
<Protocol> ::then tries to throw a few more punches at him. steelyainnajaw!::
<Dr_Nowun> <Xander> ::Huffs, eats his Milk Duds::
<Protocol> <Josie>::shrugs:: Anything will do.
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::returns with a small, beat-up sportsbag:: Here ye be. ::drops and opens::
<Roy_Rickson> :: punched, multiple times :: Yer-*whack!* pretty dern *crack* strong there *thwack* :: staggering ::
<Protocol> ::backs up then rushes at him to attempt to clothesline him over the ropes and out of the ring::
<LizStormcrow> <Bag> ::is full of T-shirts and sweatpants and pullovers, typical LS-wear, all of it very rumpled::
<Protocol> <Josie>::watches Bexa::
<Roy_Rickson> Huack! :: clotheslined, and sent reeling over the side and landing on his stomach ::
<SypherSK> ::drags thug behind the dumpster and sees about getting the other fellow’s outer garments on over his bpv, finds he has to roll up the pants a bit and would curse his mun for making him so short if he was a more surly character::
<Dr_Nowun> ::Idly wonders how Maws would fare against these combatants::
<Roy_Rickson> <Matre’de> :: walking amongst the mob bosses still, sees someone familiar :: Ah, senor’ Nowun! I see you’re returned for another one of our special presentations I see :: big smile ::
<Dr_Nowun> ::Blinks, gives him this “Go away!” look::
<SypherSK> ::comes back out to join the others::
<Roy_Rickson> <Matre’de> It is soooo excellent to have you here as one of out esteemed guests. Tell me, is there anything that you need? Refreshments? Food?
<Dr_Nowun> <Maws> ::Takes out a can of motor oil, pops the tab, and takes a swig::
<Dr_Nowun> ::Eyes Maws like wtf?!:: No we’re…fine, thank you…
<Protocol> <Josie>::takes up a long jacket that covers her BPV:: This should do.
<Protocol> ::looks down to see if Roy’s unconscious or not::
<LizStormcrow> Okay then.
<Roy_Rickson> :: coughs :: urg :: but gradually begins to stand up :: That’s a nice move there, but I’ve gott somethin’ betta! :: makes Kung Fu pose, then grabs the top ropes and slings back into the ring :: Hoooooo-chaaaaaaaa….:: more Kung Fu posing ::
<SypherSK> Thanks, Stormcrow. ::hopes he doesn’t look utterly ridiculous::
<Protocol> <Josie>::nods:: Yes, thank you.
<LizStormcrow> You’re welcome.
<Dr_Nowun> Hmm, ::to maiter-er, the usher dude:: How does one enter a contestant?
<Protocol> ::hrmphs. while he poses she leap kicks at him::
<Roy_Rickson> <Matre’de> :: then glaces at Nowun’s entourage :: Will you be presenting a contestant, Senor’ nowun?
<Dr_Nowun> I may.
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> ::zips up bag, mumbles something about learning to fold clothes:: If you three would like to go on, I believe I’ll return to my car. I don’t care for violence.
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> But tell me everything, Stormcrow! ::walks out of the alley with the bag::
<Roy_Rickson> :: issa leap kicked :: @_@ :: a few teeth fall out, then he collapses :: <Ref.> Knockout! <Crowds> :: some cheer while others seem a bit…less-enthused, especially Boss Yuku :: <Globulous> :: smiles ::
<Protocol> <Josie> … three? ::looks at Sy like “should we let her come along?” will do as Sy says::
<Protocol> ::huffs. then grins at Globby::
<Dr_Nowun> Maws, I’m going to enter you into one of these fights.
<Roy_Rickson> <Matre’de> Well, a kat of your obvious prestige is always welcome to enter a competitor. :: glances at the fallen Rickson :: As a matter of fact, there’s an opening right now
<LizStormcrow> Three . . . ? ::looks after Bexa a little uncomfortably::
<Dr_Nowun> <Maws> O_o
<SypherSK> ::watches him go, then glances between Josie and LS:: Well… ::hopes Josie doesn’t kill him… and isn’t entirely sure about bringing LS along… but figures better to take her with than have her follow:: … if you’re up to it, you want to join us, Stormcrow?
<Dr_Nowun> All right. Maws, get up there!
*** Dr_Nowun is now known as Maws
<LizStormcrow> Um . . . okay. If I won’t be in the way.
<Maws> ::Stands, cracks knuckles, and strides over to….wherever the fighting is supposed to take place::
<Roy_Rickson> <Globulous> :: walking up to Prot. :: Very nice. Here, have a drink :: offers her some pinkish bubbly drink ::
<Protocol> <That Dark Matter will soon be as good as mine.> ::thinks to self, waiting for the next opponent::
<Maws> ::And who will he slaughter-er, facing off against?::
<Protocol> ::kneels down, looks at the drink suspiciously, but figures its safe as Globby ‘n DK want her to win. takes it:: Whot is it?
<Protocol> <Josie> Then lets go se what’s up.
<Protocol> ((see^))
<SypherSK> ::nods, heads out toward the gathering, hopes they can get in without too much trouble::
<Maws> ::Stretches, flexing and so forth, he’s actually not very muscular, just BIG and really stocky::
<Protocol> <Josie>::follows Sy::
<LizStormcrow> ::follows as well::
<Maws> <Xander> Are you sure he’ll win?
<SypherSK> ::heads towards what appears to be the entrance::
<Maws> He drinks motor oil…he’s as tough as they come. That’s why I hired him.
<Protocol> <Josie>::lookin’ around as they go to the entrance, peers inside::
<Roy_Rickson> <Ring Announcer> Our next match will be between two well-known competitors. On the left, representing Boss Thetch, weighing in at 250 pounds, is none other than the malicious Mark “Mega” Hurksooooooooooooon!!! <Crowds> :: cheer :: <Ring Announcer> :: getting whispered to :: And on the right we have “Maws” :: quickly steps out of the ring :: <Crowds> O_o :: ? ::
<Roy_Rickson> <Globulous> Take a rest, you’re not in this one
<Protocol> ::hops out of the ring with the drink. takes a sip of it:: Where’s my promised payment apon this win?
<Maws> ::Grrs, steps into the ring, not bothering tor emove his suit and tie, a glowering expression on his face as always::
*** Roy_Rickson is now known as Mark_Hukrson
<Mark_Hukrson> <Globulous> You mean this? :: holding up a fragment of the Dark Matter ::
<Protocol> ::eyes light up:: Yes. That. Give it to me. ::reaches for it::
<Maws> ::Is he smirking? Can’t really tell, what with his mouth always pried open in that same position by those monster teeth::
<Mark_Hukrson> <Ref.> All right, there’s only one rule: no guns. Everything else goes. Now, let’s get it on! :: signals for the match to start, then gets the heck out of there! ::
<Maws> ::Doesn’t even HAVE a gun…::
<Maws> ((<Maws> ::a la Jingle All The Way:: I’mma deck your halls, bub.))
<Protocol> ((::laughs:: <Maws>::is sad, but no one can tell otherwise. didn’t even get to mourn the loss of his pet goldfish’s death this morning before was called here…::))
<Mark_Hukrson> :: looks uuuuuuup at Maws :: Huh…that’s quite a nice smile you have there :: twitches wrist, which causes a telescoping metallic staff to pop out :: Too bad I’m gonna have to knock it off ya’! :: charge with staff ::
<SypherSK> ::so, slinks in with the other two amid a crowd of low level thugs, trying to stay unnoticed::
<Mark_Hukrson> <Globulous> :: smiles, lets her have it ::
<Maws> ::Come on, a stick? He grabs at the stick! Gimme!::
<LizStormcrow> ::starts to feel nervous among these . . . people. Wonders if she should have come after all::
<Protocol> <Josie>::tryin’ to look tuff yo. XD walks along with Sy ‘n LS. eyes widen at it all, then regonizes Maws:: Sypher… ::tugs on his sleeve, ‘n points to the ring:: Look!
<Mark_Hukrson> Oof! :: as stick is grabbied :: Hey, that’s mine! :: tug ::
<SypherSK> ::blinks, looks::
<Maws> ::Wrenches it from his hands! Mine now, punk!::
<LizStormcrow> ::looks, whispers:: Who’s that?
<Protocol> ::takes the fragment happily, clutching it in her paw::
<SypherSK> Thug we’ve met before… ::whispering back::
<Maws> ::Twists it into a pretzel shape, with all the ease of one of those clowns who make baloon animals::
<Protocol> <Josie> Not sure… goes by the alias of “Maws”. ::whispers to them both:: Escaped from the MBI jail block once…
<LizStormcrow> ::wants to ask what’s wrong with his mouth, but decides this isn’t the time::
<SypherSK> ::nods to that::
<Mark_Hukrson> :: as staff is wrenched :: Why you no good…:: takes a few steps back, removes a pair of nunchucks from behind his back, and charges with em’ a-twirlin’ ::
<Maws> ((<Maws> ::Earns extra cahs to fund Nowun’s organization making metal poodles..::))
<Mark_Hukrson> ((::dies::))
<Protocol> ((::dead!::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dies poodles::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<Maws> ::Toss pretzel-staff aside, then grunt as he’s thwacked with nunchucks! Ow! Bad move, ninja boy! C’mere, stand still so I can squish you!::
<Mark_Hukrson> <Dark Matter> :: issa absorbed, darkening Prot’s complexition slightly, and increasing her strength. Energy starts to build, but not in a utilizeable form yet ::
<Protocol> ::holding the tiny fragment tightly in a fist, holding her fist close to her chest, watches the fight. glares remembering Maws from that time with Nowun. sips drink again::
<SypherSK> ::watches the fight, wonders what on earth this is… the villains have their own wrestling matches?::
<Mark_Hukrson> :: goes for sensitive areas, hitting Maws in kneecaps, elbows, etc. with nunchucks, probably not more than an annoyance lol ::
<Protocol> <Josie>::quietly:: Should we sit and watch for now, Sypher? Not much we can do with just the three of us against… everyone else here.
<Maws> ::Whoosh! His coffee pot-sized fist flies out at Marky, while at the same time he surprisingly jumps a bit from being whacked in the elbows…even Maws has a funnybone!::
<Mark_Hukrson> ((<Maws> Owwww! :: hops on one foot :: <Nowun> :: slaps forehead :: ))
<Protocol> ::grins a little at the small energy build. not much, but better than none. that helps her withdrawls though::
<Mark_Hukrson> O_O :: issa hit with the fist, dropping the nunchucks and soaring accross the ring, landing in the corner ::
<Maws> ((<Maws> ::Does crane stance:: <Mark> I’m supposed to believe you know bujitsu?! <Maws> Sayanora, sucker… *HUWACK!* <Mark> ::Goes flying::))
<SypherSK> ::nods:: Let’s see if we can’t figure out what the point of this is… if there is more than just some weird sort of good time…
<Maws> ::Shakes his head, and walks over to him, lifting a foot to bring down onto him::
<LizStormcrow> ::nods, doesn’t want to voice her unease. Gotta keep tough in front of the agents!::
<Mark_Hukrson> :: produces one of those weird Japanese Claw weapons, which clamps onto the end of Maws’ foot, probably catching his big toe ::
<Protocol> <Josie> Right. Shall we spit up or stay together?
<Maws> ::Eyes widen, and actually utters a sound for once!:: Eyaaagh! ::Jumps back::
<Mark_Hukrson> ((<Sy> Hrm…spit :: spits ::))
<Protocol> ((::DIES:: Split! split^))
<SypherSK> ((<Sy> I’d save spitting on people until that’s our only recourse..))
<Maws> ::Then lunges down at his opponent, with his steel bear-trap mouth open! Snacktime!::
<SypherSK> We’d probably better stay together..
<Protocol> ((<Josie> ::learned how to huack up some big nasty loogies from the guys in her class at the Enforcer Academy::))
<Mark_Hukrson> AHHHHH! :: screams like a girl momentarily, rolling away, hopefully allowing Maws to get a mouthful of ringpost ::
<LizStormcrow> ::winces as she watches the fight::
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<Maws> Ooo! ::Does indeed find the post in his mouth, and is stuck for a couple seconds::
<Protocol> <Josie>::nods:: Right then.
<Maws> ::Sighs through his nose, didn’t wanna have to do this but his teeth are stuck, so…he does some weird-looking motion with his jaws and then pulls back….leaving the steel fangs gripping the post!::
<SypherSK> Maybe we can get a seat and listen in…
<LizStormcrow> Sounds good
<Mark_Hukrson> :: quickly gets up, then searches his Suit for a suitable weapon :: Okayokayokay…uh…bolo! Yeah! :: pulls one out and chucks it :: <bolo> :: opens up and flings around Maws :: <Mark> :: then blinks at the teeth :: <Crowds> O_o
<Maws> ::Glares at Mark:: I’m gonna pound your nose in, pal.
<Protocol> ::smirks at Maws.:: if he’s not defeated by these jerks… then I’LL get rid of him.
<Maws> ::Yes, can talk without the teeth!::
<Protocol> <Josie>::nods:: Lead the way.
<Mark_Hukrson> <Crowds> :: all gasp at the talking ::
<Maws> ::And, oof! Bola thingy::
<Maws> ::Grr, rip! No more bola thingy::
<Mark_Hukrson> <Globulous> :: pokes Prot in the bicep :: Perhaps I should’ve gotten larger clothing
<SypherSK> ::checks out the seating area, kinda gauges what areas seem to be for higher-ups only and leads them amid the lower ranks, is quite sure they couldn’t pass for anyone of consequence::
<Maws> C’mere! ::Reaches out to grab!::
<Protocol> ((<Maws>::said “I’m gonna pound your nose in pal” but it sounded like:: I’um onna ound your nose in al <Mark> Who’s Al? ))
<Mark_Hukrson> :: eyes go wide at that :: What are you???!! :: grabbed ::
<LizStormcrow> ::takes a seat at the end, so she can get out easily::
<Mark_Hukrson> ((<Maws> : out of reflex, goes to bite his head off :: <Mark> Ewww! Gums! ))
<Maws> What kinda question is THAT?! ::Toss him across the ring::
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<Protocol> <Josie>::walking with Sypher. sits down next to LS::
<LizStormcrow> ((LOL))
<Protocol> ((LOL!))
<Maws> ::Then, with his opponent momentarily disabled, goes over, wrenches free the deadly dentures, and pops ‘em back in. Muuuch better::
<SypherSK> ::sits by them, looking around::
<Mark_Hukrson> :: dazed for a moment at the tossing, little birdies flutter around his head for a moment ::
<Maws> ::Stomp! Stomp! Over to Mark, bending down and baring his big shiny teeth for the final blow! Er, final bite!::
<Protocol> ::blinks at him then looks at her suit top:: it will last for a couple more fragments. After that I’ll just remove it. ::then finishes the drink:: Touch me again and I’ll punch you.
<SypherSK> ((<Sy> ::tries to look intimidating, manages to keep people from coming close to him… feels all proud… doesn’t know they think he looks like he’s about to be sick::))
<Protocol> ::her shirt ‘n skirt are more stretchy material::
<Protocol> ((::diies::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dead::))
<Mark_Hukrson> <Globulous> Punch me, and no more of your fix. Besides :: leans back in his designated seat :: You’ll have more fun with the competition
<Mark_Hukrson> ((more fun punching the competition even)0
<SypherSK> ::looks around for anymore thugs he might recognize::
<Mark_Hukrson> AHHHHH!!! :: seein’ his reflexion in those teeth :: I give up!!! <Ref.> Hukrson submits! <Crowds> :: boo!!! ::
<Maws> ::Yoo-hoo, Mark, gonna bite you!::
<Protocol> … I don’t know about that. ::grins evily, then looks back to the match at hand. wonders if Nowun’s here since Maws is… wonders if there’s anyone else she knows::
<Maws> ::Oops, NM::
<Protocol> ::er the match that was at hand::
<Maws> ::Stands, thrusts fist into the air, like “YEAH!”::
<Protocol> ::Sy can spot me if he wishes::
<SypherSK> ((<Sy> ::bored, contacts Prot, finds she’s finally taken him off her “block list”:: <So, what are you doing?> <Prot> ::five feet away with her back to him:: <Not much. You?> <Sy> <On the job.> <Prot> <Yeah, me too…>))
<Mark_Hukrson> :: was in that fist ;) Goes flying into the crowds ::
<Protocol> ((::dies!::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::ddead::))
<Maws> ::Welp, won. Does this mean he can go now? Bored.::
<Protocol> <Josie> Eeep! ::seeing that guy flying through into some of the seats near them::
<Mark_Hukrson> <Boss Tetch> :: slaps his forehead :: <Globulous> :: smiles anew :: Everything is going perfectly
<SypherSK> ::watches Mark go flying:: Ouch… ::winces, then looks back toward the ring… pauses, eyes catch on Prot:: <Protocol…? ::to himself::>
<LizStormcrow> ::gulps, and forms a ball of fire. Holds it in her lap, just in case she needs it::
<Protocol> ::hrmphs <Sure, you’re smug now, Globulous… just you wait…>::
<Maws> ::Grunts, taking a length of piano wire, flossing out bites of broken metal from the ring pole::
<Protocol> <Josie>::watching Maws, eyes wide::
<Maws> ::Then produces a mirror, checks himself, grins, and smooches his reflection, then puts both mirror and wire back into his suit::
<LizStormcrow> Oh my gods . . . ::clutches the fireball to her chest, a bit of light glaring through her fingers::
<SypherSK> ::watches Prot::
<Maws> <Nowun> ::Applauds, laughing heartily::
<Protocol> <Josie>::blinks noting the small light from LS. nudges her:: Hey… not now… ::quietly::
<Mark_Hukrson> <door at the far end of the Room> :: bursts open abruptly, as a familiar metallic figure steps through the doorway…oddly alone :: You were havin’ this little shindig and you didn’t invite me??? <Crowds> :: go silent :: <Globulous> Oh no…:: sighs ::
<Protocol> ::sits primly in that uniform, waiting- then turns to look at the newcomer::
<Maws> <Xander> ::Rolls his eyes at Maws’ display, then turns with Nowun toward the door::
<Maws> ::Ditto::
<SypherSK> ::jerks around toward the door::
<Mark_Hukrson> <Globulous> It’s Mac Metallikat…and he’s alone, which means that he’s probably just come from some kind of marital dispute…which means he’s more irritable than usual
<Mark_Hukrson> <Gloubulous> :: whispered that of course ;) ::
<Maws> <Nowun> It’s one of those Metallikats…
<LizStormcrow> ::fur puffs very slightly as she’s nudged. Is paranoid :P:: Okay. ::calms the fire slightly, but doesn’t put it out::
<Maws> ((::Gonna let Mac kick Maws’ butt, then has to skidaddle::))
<SypherSK> ::blinks, mutters:: Oh, not the Metallikats… or Metallikat…
<Protocol> Psh… nothing but a tin can. Lets see if Maws makes for a good can opener.
<Mark_Hukrson> <Matre’de> Senor’ Mange! I-i-i-it’s been such a long time since you’ve been with us…:: visibly shaking :: <Mac> :: picks him up by his collar :: Shut up pencil neck, I came here for one thing and one thing alone: To kick the crud out of all you’se!
<Protocol> <Josie> Holy kats… is that… Mac Metallikat?
<SypherSK> Yeah…
<Mark_Hukrson> <Mac> :: then tosses him aside :: And I’m starting with you! :: points at Maws in the ring ::
<Maws> ::Growls, jumping over the ropes and stomping towards Mac, how dare this stupid tinker toy spoil his fun?!::
*** Mark_Hukrson is now known as Mac_Metallikat
<LizStormcrow> Metallikat . . . I think I’ve heard of them. ::fire flares up again, but she tries to keep it hidden::
<Maws> ::Rolls his suit sleeves up, grr, gonna whip some metal behind!::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: begins stomping towards Maws as well. Aiy, two trains headed for collision ::
<Protocol> <Josie>… this won’t end well for one of these two…
<Maws> ((<Mac> ::Puff cigar for effect:: Choo-choooo!))
<Protocol> ((::DIES::))
<Mac_Metallikat> ((::dies!::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::DEAD::))
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<Maws> ::Nears Mac and looks down at him::
<Protocol> ((<Mac> I’m da REAL Metallikat Express!… well so long as Molly’s got da car… nogoodlousy…))
<Maws> ((LMAO))
<Mac_Metallikat> :: looks up at Maws :: Heh, I think the same guy that does your teeth does my rear end!
<LizStormcrow> ((::deadagain::))
<SypherSK> It may not end well period… ::looks to see if Mac has his arm cannon, that’d get nasty::
<SypherSK> ((::dying::))
<Protocol> ((::sodead at Mac’s comment to Maws::))
<Mac_Metallikat> :: is arm-cannon less, stupid wife…::
<Maws> ::Grrrs, raising a huge fist to crush this walking, talking soda can into tinfoil::
<SypherSK> ::sighs in relief at that, maybe the roof won’t be coming down any time soon… maybe::
<Protocol> ::watches the two intently::
<Maws> ::Multiweapons, people, they’re multiweapons. :D <—— obligatory nitpick::
<Protocol> <Josie>::as does she.::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: catches Maws’ fist with one of his own. Battle of strength begins :: Yer pretty tough for something that resembles my sofa!
<LizStormcrow> ::to herself:: Bexa’s going to get it something nasty . . .
<Maws> ::Grrs, pushes down, but flesh isn’t a match for steel, so he goes for broken and latches his haws onto Mac’s head!::
<Maws> ((jaws* even))
<Protocol> ((::blinks at next song on playlist, “Ave Maria”, opera with male vocal ‘n orchestral bg. XD not something I’d pick for these two fighters. needs… heavy metal ;D))
<LizStormcrow> ((::hits Protmun with a fish and DIES!::))
<Mac_Metallikat> Hey! Who turned out the lights? :: as he grabs onto either side of Maws’ Jaws to keep them from fully closing :: I don’t know which is uglier, the outside or the inside! :: pushin’ the jaws back open ::
<SypherSK> ((::dies:: <Annu-mun> ::then music changes to “Swan Lake”… eyes widen in horror at mental image of fight this brings to mind::))
<Protocol> ((LOL!))
<Maws> ::Grrrs, strains! His teeth do however cut some big gashes in mac’s metal “skin” where he bites::
<SypherSK> ::looks around through the crowd, feels like they should be doing something… but if they alerted the Enforcers now they’d never find out what was up::
<Protocol> ((::nah twas from Cowboy Bebop sntrk has going::))
<Protocol> <Josie> I think Maws has bitten off more than he can chew.
<Mac_Metallikat> Gah! :: as he’s effectively gashed/scratched. Shoves Maws off. :: You scratched me! Do you have any idea how much it’ll cost to get that buffed out??? :: lunges! ::
<Maws> ::Staggers back, his metal chompers loosened, and the big kat as no time to react as a big ol’ metal fist hits him right in the tummy::
<SypherSK> ((<Mac> Not that I’d ever pay anyone for anything, but still… !))
<Protocol> ::grins wickedly at that hit::
<Protocol> ((::laughs!::))
<Mac_Metallikat> You like that, tough guy? :: taking advantage of Maws stomach punch, lifts him up into a firemen carry and begins to spin around ::
<Maws> ::Goes cross-eyed; his dentures slip and fall out, clunking off Mac’s head and then to the floor as he’s spun around:: Whoa whoa whoa whooooa!
<SypherSK> Uh oh…
<LizStormcrow> ::ducks down::
<Protocol> ::stands now, tail twitching. rooting for Mac, as Maws works for Nowun, and she no likey Nowun!:: <Josie>::watches with jaw agape::
<Mac_Metallikat> Around and around we go! Where we stop, that fool just don’t know! :: heaves Maws into the crowd…at Xander ::
<Maws> <Nowun> ::Palms face::
<Maws> <Xander> Aaahhhhhh! ::Tries to move, but is hit and goes down, Maws crashing atop him::
<Protocol> ::busts up laughing at that::
<Protocol> <Josie> … O.o;
<Maws> ::Eyes spin around comically::
<SypherSK> ::wince::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: picks up Maws teeth, then puts them in his mouth :: Hah! Look at me! I’m a big Metal-mouthed Sofa! :: beats his chest ::
<LizStormcrow> ::looks up fearfully::
<Maws> <Nowun> Idiot…
<Protocol> ::snort laughs::
<Maws> <Xander> ::Muffled:: He’s crushing my lungs!
<Protocol> <Josie>::sighs… :: this is nuts…
<Mac_Metallikat> :: “spits” them out, which causes them to lodge into a vacant seat next to Sy, coming dangerously close to hitting him ::
<SypherSK> ::cringe::
<Maws> <Nowun> That does it. We’re going home. ::Rises and heads for the door::
<Protocol> <Josie> Yipe! You alright?
<LizStormcrow> Agh! ::panics for a moment, sends a small blast of fire. Thankfully, it hits the cement floor, so nothing burns::
<SypherSK> Yeah… ::somewhat small voice::
<Maws> ::Gets off a gasping Xander, and they follow after Nowun::
<Maws> ((Well, off I go! See you guys!))
<Mac_Metallikat> ((Cya!))
<LizStormcrow> ((namaarie!))
<Protocol> <Josie>::turns to LS:: What was that? ::whispers with a frown:: You’re going to blow our cover… literally…
<Mac_Metallikat> Now, which one of you low-lifes is next?
<Protocol> ((Night Kooshie! ::hugs::))
*** Maws has quit IRC (Exit: )
<SypherSK> ((nights!))
<LizStormcrow> I’m sorry! I just panicked!
<Mac_Metallikat> <Gloublous> :: raises his hand :: My fighter will challenge you
<Protocol> ::steps out from the crowd on the floor. grins:: That’d be me.
<SypherSK> ::looks over:: It’s okay, Stormcrow… ::then, more quietly:: Do you need to leave? ::can tell she’s pretty tense::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: squints :: Ryker? You stupid excuse for a crime boss. Send your maid home!
<SypherSK> ::then looks up quickly, hearing Prot:: <She’s lost her mind.>
<LizStormcrow> No, I’ll be fine. I think I’m better now. ::folds her hands, determined to show she’s calm::
<LizStormcrow> ::ears perk:: Protocol . . . ?
<Protocol> ::takes off her hat and tosses it at Globby. chuckles at Mac and walks slowly towards him:: Oh I’ll clean up alright…
<SypherSK> ::looks back at LS and nods, offers a faint grin:: Just try not to set anyone on fire.. unless you have to.
<LizStormcrow> ::nods, and watches Prot intently. No longer looks as tense::
<Mac_Metallikat> <Ref.> :: meekly comes forward :: Uh…if you don’t mind, I can officiate thi-i-i-is…<Mac> :: looks down at them :: Yeah, whatever.
<Protocol> ::grabs up one of the metal stairs that go up to the ring on her way towards Mac::
<Mac_Metallikat> ((at him even))
<LizStormcrow> What happened to her?
<Mac_Metallikat> <Metal Stair> :: creak, bend, break off by Prot. ::
<Protocol> ((no she has the whole thing… y’know, there are about three steps to the thing. lol I watch too much wrestling with hubby))
<Protocol> ((they’re hollow underneath))
<Mac_Metallikat> :: takes up his place on what remains of the ring :: Just what do you think yer gonna do with that?
<Mac_Metallikat> ((nix it then))
<Protocol> This. ::raises the stairs up and tries to WHAM Mac upside his head with ‘em over ‘n over XD::
<Protocol> <Josie> She went… insane?
<SypherSK> She must still have some powers from that Dark Matter…
<SypherSK> ::grimaces at Josie’s words, remembers his last mental convo with Prot:: She just might…
<Mac_Metallikat> :: issa whacked with it :: <stairs> :: form the shape of his head ::
<LizStormcrow> ::gulps, and ducks down a little, whispering something along the lines of “I hope she doesn’t see me”::
<Protocol> ::goes for one last WHAM, leaving the stairs over his head. tries to grab at one of his arms and swing him towards a metal ring post::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: catches the swing, and twists it around into a reversal! ::
<SypherSK> ::overhearing enough to grasp the meaning:: I think she’s a little busy…
<Mac_Metallikat> <Crowds> :: making noise, hard to tell who they’re cheering for ::
<Protocol> Yaah! ::flung towards the ringpost, manages to catch herself to keep her whole body from slamming into it. hrmphs:: Nice. ::climbs up into the ring. grabs at one of the top ropes, tries to pull it off for a sort of long whip::
<Protocol> <Josie>::pats LS on the back assuredly. wouldn’t let Prot get at her… if she could help it that is XD LS would defend herself better than Josie could::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: gets the stairs off his head, just in time to see her whip at him ::
<Protocol> ::tries to flick the rope around his arm tightly to pull, hoping to pull onna his metal robot arms off::
<Mac_Metallikat> Nice moves there, toots. :: uses his free arm to land a somewhat smei-devastating blow. :: But ya can’t hurt someone with an arm wrench like that when he can’t even feel it!
<SypherSK> ::watches with wide eyes::
<Protocol> ::hit hard, flies backwards, stumbling/landing in some of the front row peeps in the crowd. growls. she pull one of his arms off then?::
<SypherSK> ::ducks down as Prot lands nearby, tugging his “borrowed” hat down a bit::
<Protocol> <Josie>::woo looks away from her XD hoping not to be spotted either::
<SypherSK> ((Oh, LS, you ever get a mail in response to the forum business?))
<LizStormcrow> ((no I haven’t))
<Mac_Metallikat> :: flexes arm :: Dern little minx, nearly yanked my arm off :: reaches over and grabs a ringpost, ripping it off and holding it like a baseball bat :: <Globulous> :: leans down from his seat :: You may want to start the *real* fighting
<LizStormcrow> ::can’t resist, looks up to watch::
<Protocol> ::stands:: Just trying to “disarm” you. ::growls grabs up a metal chair, runs at him and swings it lol::
<SypherSK> ((Nyar… I’ll have to talk to Seek and Sage… They’ve used the forums more than I have.))
<Mac_Metallikat> Hey! :: whacked in the face, returns the favor with the post ::
<LizStormcrow> ((thanx))
<Protocol> ::ignored Globby, and didn’t note Sy ‘n co-yet::
<Protocol> ::dodges, growls, ponders trying to remember their weaknesses… doesn’t have her large easy access databank handy… notes a few ashtrays about as many are smoking… then remembers! grabs up a tall one, and attempts to slam/dump the sand onto Mac::
<Mac_Metallikat> Oh no you don’t! :: whacks the ash tray with ring-post, sending it flying :: <Boss Yuku> Ack! :: gets covered in ash :: *coughs*
<Mac_Metallikat> <Globulous> Quick! Hit em’ with a…with a…something!
<SypherSK> ::hearing him shouting things, looks towards Globby, wonders who on earth he is::
<LizStormcrow> ::looks also::
<Protocol> SHUT UP SNOT BRAIN! ::hisses at Globby XD pulls out/up a ring post of her own, swings it at Mac::
<Protocol> <Josie>::just keeps focused on the fighters::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: blocks with his own, the force of the two collding with one another causes both to shatter to splinters ::
<SypherSK> <”Snot Brain”? Globulous? But, he works for Dark Kat… usually….>
<Protocol> ::turns away from that, backing up. growls tries to rush and grab Mac by his arm:: I’ll rip you apart myself if I have to!
<Mac_Metallikat> :: as his arm is grabbed, grabs her by de’ back of the head :: Just try it blondie!
<Protocol> Gnar!! ::lets go of his arm, then reaches to grab his head, tugs as hard as she can XD::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: head is tugged…which causes the rest of him to follow…right in for a headbutt ::
<LizStormcrow> ::watches, ready to channel fire if necessary::
<Mac_Metallikat> ((<Globulous> Come on Goku, you can do it! <Prot> Who? ))
<Protocol> ::headbutted:: oof! ::ugh… is dizzy shakes her head a bit to get rid of the feeling::
<Protocol> ((::dies::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dead::))
<Protocol> <Josie>::thinks Mac’s gonna win this one. not sure if that’s good or bad XD::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: grabs her in that moment of dizzyness, pressing her up above his head :: You’ve just earned yourself some air miles! :: hurls her towards the crowds…where a not so enthusiastic Boss Ryker is sitting ::
<Protocol> ::squalls as she goes flying at Globby? XD::
<Mac_Metallikat> <Globulous> :: reaching up, grabbing her as she passes and then bringing her down into a vacant seat :: I think you’re losing…
<Protocol> <Josie> ::blinks. starting to think this is some sort of competition, well got that conclusion early on… but bets the winner of this all gets something::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: lifting hands up, begining to parade around the ring ::
<Protocol> No kidding! ::stands woozy, holds her head::
<Mac_Metallikat> <Globulous> I think you need a bit of…recharging
<SypherSK> ::ba-links! as the guy catches Prot:: <Gotta be Globulous…>
<Mac_Metallikat> <Crowds> :: don’t notice, too busy keeping their eyes on Mac ::
<Protocol> I need more than a bit! ::grabs him at his collar:: I want all the dark matter you have on you!
<Mac_Metallikat> <Globulous> Now now, don’t be so hasty
<LizStormcrow> ::winces at everything:: Reminds me of middle school.
<Protocol> <Josie>::can’t help but snort laugh at LS’s comment XD::
<Protocol> Do you want Dark Kat to win this or not?! ::bares fangs::
<LizStormcrow> ::smiles nervously:
<SypherSK> ::gives LS a wide-eyed look:: I think I’m glad I never went…
<Protocol> <Josie> They all certainly still act like they’re in middle school. ::shakes head::
<Mac_Metallikat> <Globulous> No need to get so prissy. :: reaches into his suit jacket and removes a more substantial piece ::
<LizStormcrow> ::chuckles at Josie::
<Protocol> ::snatches it from him, holds it in her paw to absorb it::
<SypherSK> ::looks back toward Prot and Globby, missed the exchange, but isn’t in a position to see that much anyways::
<Protocol> <Josie> Who’s that guy she’s talking to? ::says softly::
<Mac_Metallikat> <Dark Matter> :: begins to take effect, spreading into her body, changing her color about half-way black, 50% what it was from its maximum. Energy builds up higher…but still not quite up to useable levels. Muscle get bigger and yadda :: ((<Matt> :: had to resort to yadda ::))
<Protocol> ((<Prot> ::is now super feline form! grunts and goes:: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! KAME… HAME…. HAAAAAA! ::blasts everyone in the room:: ))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dies::))
<SypherSK> ((::dying::))
<Mac_Metallikat> ((<Prot> I will keeeeeeel you…inna bad bad way…for a long long time…:: weeks pass by, finally resumes fighting ::))
<SypherSK> I think it’s Globulous… ::whispering:: He caught her right out of mid-air when Mac threw her…
<Protocol> ::cackles shoving from the crowd. enters the ring anew, rushes towards Mac, tries to uppercut him::
<Protocol> ((::DIIESDEADMatt::))
<SypherSK> ::then blinks at Prot as she comes fully into view:: <It’s like she’s changing again… only slowly…>
<Mac_Metallikat> :: just turning around to continue his little victory thing, when gets uppercutted :: Urnk! :: goes flying up and comes landing back down 15 feet away ::
<Protocol> ::growls runs and leaps to try ‘n stomp him XD:: ((<Prot>::does a Hulk Hogan leg drop! oooooh XD::))
<Mac_Metallikat> ((<Prot> But I gotta Hulk up first! :: does body-builder style flexing whilst walking around in cirlces in the ring :: <Mac> :: scratches forehead ::))
<Protocol> <Josie> Globulous… y’mean that… thing that looks like a giant piece of chewed bubblegum that helped kill that agent McGrath?
<Protocol> ((::dead::))
<Mac_Metallikat> ((<Globulous> :: leaning in :: Not helped, did <Josie> Oh, uh, okay ))
<LizStormcrow> ::listens:: “Globulous” . . . ?
<Protocol> ((no “that” between “kill” and “agent”))
<SypherSK> ::nods to Josie absently::
<Protocol> ((<Prot> Whatcha gonna do Sypher, when Protamania runs wild on youuuuuuuuuu?! <Sy>::blinks:: You need a losenge… <LS ‘n Josie>::fall over anime style::))
<Mac_Metallikat> :: rolls outta the way, hopefully avoiding any crater that Prot’s foot may have left ::
<SypherSK> ((::DIES::))
<LizStormcrow> ((::dead::))
<Protocol> ::grrrs:: No you don’t! ::tries to grab at Mac to pull him in a headlock XD::
<Protocol> ::will try and twist his head ’round::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: grabbed into a headlock, feels the metal around his head creaking :: nrrrrr, you ain’t gonna get away with this! :: elbow repeatedly into her stomach from that headlocked position ::
<Protocol> ::takes the blows, stumbles back letting him go. holds her side panting:: Enough of this! ::tries to form onna those energy/electric type balls and toss at Mac::
<LizStormcrow> ((do we think we’re gonna go much longer?))
<Mac_Metallikat> <Electricity> :: is there…but it’s not formin’ for some reason. Sputters ::
<Mac_Metallikat> ((I’m sure that we can finish up this scene relatively soon ))
<Protocol> ((lol <Protocol> I hope not! Gnar! <Mac> I hope so! <muns> ::sigh::))
<SypherSK> ((::snorks!::))
<SypherSK> ::watches the sputters:: <Did she find more of that Dark Matter? Or did she keep the powers so long they won’t wear off anymore?>
<Mac_Metallikat> :: charges at Prot! Not in any kind of technical way. Just goes for her. ::
<Protocol> ::grrs at that. rushes at Mac, tries to grab at his chest and tackle him. if she succeeds, she’ll try and pull off his chest plate to start ripping at his electronic innerworkings::
<LizStormcrow> ::watches the fight:: If we weren’t so concerned about the outcome, I’d be bored. It’s like those old monster movies.
<Protocol> <Josie> Maczilla and Prothra?
<SypherSK> ::covers a snort::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: just winds up colliding with Prot :: @_o :: fritzs for a second ::
<LizStormcrow> ::laughs and shrugs:: Could be.
<Protocol> ::stumbles a bit at the colliding. growls, tries to grabby at him to try and drain him if she can::
<Mac_Metallikat> What the? :: as he starts to get drained ::
<Protocol> ::grins pulling in his electric power, wants to get his battery on empty. @_@::
<Protocol> ::or enough to where he’s outta commision::
<SypherSK> ::blinks, sits up:: What’s she doing now?
<Mac_Metallikat> :: eyes go blank as his power level is pretty much cut down to zero ::
<Protocol> <Josie> ::shrugs:: you’d know more than I would….
<Protocol> ::stands and drops him. huffs and grins triumphantly::
<LizStormcrow> She’s . . . draining him . . . ::doesn’t know, is just guessing from what she sees::
<Mac_Metallikat> :: clunks to the ground ::
<Protocol> <Josie> She’s right…
<SypherSK> That’s what it looks like… ::frowns:: She couldn’t drain me before…
<Mac_Metallikat> <Crowds> :: silently stare :: <Ref.> :: standing nearby, also staring ::
<Protocol> Is that all you have for me?! It might as well be! So just award Ryker and be done with this farce!!
<Protocol> <Josie> Maybe because you were a cyberkat… whereas Mac… isn’t?
<Mac_Metallikat> <Globulous> :: claps, smiling :: <Crowd> :: slowly begins to follow suit :: <Ref.> :: snaps outta it :: The winner, is Bambie Burns!
<SypherSK> But, if she can drain electricity… why not CyberKat electricity? ::frowns:: Last time, my powers repelled hers actually…
<Protocol> <Josie> … hmmm…. ::is no good when it comes to this stuff::
<Protocol> ::looking smug, goes back to Globby::
<SypherSK> ::looks up, watching, still puzzled::
<Protocol> <Josie> I wonder if we should leave… ::says quietly as there has been a winner…::
<LizStormcrow> That sounds very good to me. ::nods to Prot:: If we ddn’t want to be seen.
<LizStormcrow> ^don’t
<Mac_Metallikat> <Ring Announcer> This concludes the evening’s fighting exploits. Refreshments are available as the business proceedings will begin shortly.
<Protocol> <Josie>::nods:: ‘swhat I’m thinking. Sypher? ::waits for him to a-okay it::
<SypherSK> ::nods:: Good idea. ::stands::
<Protocol> <Josie>::stands as well. quietly makes way out without making too much haste::
<SypherSK> ::pauses by a door:: Business proceedings?
<LizStormcrow> ::follows, looking back to make sure no one follows::
<Protocol> <Josie> Did you want to stay while I get Miss Stormcrow out of the area and call for back up? ::quietly to Sy::
<LizStormcrow> ::growls:: Bexa is going to *die* for this.
<Protocol> <Josie>::blinks at LS at that XD will have to ask her or Bexa later::
<SypherSK> ::nods:: I’ll see if I can’t find out anything more, then I’ll follow you.
<Protocol> ::to Globby:: Can we leave now? ::puts her hat back on, takes up the jacket::
<Protocol> <Josie> Right. C’mon. ::to LS as they go out::
<LizStormcrow> ::follows::
<Mac_Metallikat> <Globulous> :: as kats start to get up and leave :: Yes. Our business for tonight is concluded.
<Protocol> <Josie>::makes way towards Bexa ‘n their car::
<Protocol> Good. ::turns to go::
<SypherSK> ::looks about, trying to catch site of Prot::
<Protocol> ::starts heading towards the direction Sy is::
<Mac_Metallikat> <Globulous> Oh, and by the way. Good work, Protocol.
<LizStormcrow> Do you still need the coat, Agent . . . Lyons, right?
<Protocol> ::stops, turns and looks back at Globby:: Of course it was, Globulous. ::smirks at him, then starts off again::
<Protocol> <Josie> Oh… no here… ::takes off the coat, hands it to LS:: Thanks again for the loan of it.
<SypherSK> ::hears her and moves a bit so as not to be in her path… tho’ it’s hard to tell where she is in the crowd::
<Protocol> <Josie>::smiles:: And yes, its Lyons.
<Mac_Metallikat> <Globulous> :: goes off to conduct his business with the other Bosses ::
<LizStormcrow> You’re welcome. ::nods politely as she takes the coat:: I’ll try to stay out of the way, but I’ll be nearby if there’s a need for magic.
<Protocol> ::makes way through crowd. blinks as she thought she caught a familar cyberkat in the crowd. <Sypher…? ::to herself::>
<Protocol> <Josie>::smiles:: Right. Its not that you’re in the way its just…
<Protocol> <Josie> You are a civilian… and I don’t want you or anyother civillian to be harmed while I’m on duty.
<SypherSK> ::slips about through the crowd, not sure which way to go::
<LizStormcrow> ::pauses for a moment:: I understand.
<Protocol> ::now contacting Sypher mentally:: <Whot are you doing here, ey, Sypher?>
<LizStormcrow> ::opens the car door::
<Protocol> <Josie> Ever think about joining the MBI? ::asks her with a grin::
<LizStormcrow> ::freezes at the door:: I . . . I never really thought about it. I’m too young right now.
<Protocol> <Josie> How old is “too young”?
<Protocol> <Josie> if you don’t mind me asking.
<SypherSK> ::winces:: <Rats… ::to himself::> ::then to Prot:: <Keeping tabs on you.>
<LizStormcrow> Seventeen last July
<Protocol> ::searching for him as she nears an exit:: <And am I behaving?>
<SypherSK> ((<Josie> Yeah, that is a little… ::pauses, does some figuring… realizes her current acting captain type is about fifteen years younger than LS::))
<LizStormcrow> ((LOL))
<Protocol> <Josie> Well… only one more year then. ::is surprised, thought she was in her early 20′s:: Could always work as an intern, maybe even co-op through a student work program.
<Protocol> ((::DIES!::))
<SypherSK> <Compared to what?>
<Protocol> <To whotever you consider behaving.>
<LizStormcrow> ::looks interested:: That’s a thought. I really do need to keep up my studying.
<SypherSK> <I’d hardly call pitching guys around for fun behaving… Taken up a new hobby?>
<Protocol> <Josie> Not sure about the MBI, but I know the ENforcers would pay for your tuition depending on how well one did in school. If you want I could check up on things like that, y’know, get options and all?
<Protocol> <::chuckles:: “guys” you say? Sypher, they were criminals. I thought you’d be proud that I got rid of some low-life thugs, not to mention Mac Metallikat for awhile.>
<LizStormcrow> ::looks suddenly uncomfortable:: Uh . . . no thanks. Thanks anyway, though. Well, I really should go. I need to have a talk with Bexa.
<Protocol> <Josie> Alright. ::nods and smiles:: Take care.
<LizStormcrow> ::nods quickly:: You too. ::doesn’t want the Megs to find out she’s a runaway::
<SypherSK> <I hardly believe you did it for the benefit of society…>
<Protocol> <Josie>::backs up from the car, then makes way towards her own to raido in things::
<LizStormcrow> ::gets in the car::
<LizStormcrow> <Bexa> Stormcrow, you’re back! What happened?
<Protocol> <Does it matter why I did it?>
<Protocol> ((radio^))
<LizStormcrow> ::eyes go icy, and hand starts to glow:: Bexa, I’d like to have a liiiiittle chat with you . . .
<Protocol> ::trying to get a feel of where Sy’s location is as she exits the gymlike place::
<LizStormcrow> ((this gonna go much longer?))
<Protocol> ((lol I’m up for awhile ::dunno about Matt or Kris:: ))
<SypherSK> <Depends on the why…> ::is skulking in the general area of the refreshments, where there’s still a bit of a crowd::
<Mac_Metallikat> ((I’m good))
<SypherSK> ((I’m still awake.))
<Protocol> ((We’ll fill you in on anything you might miss, LS if you have to go.))
<LizStormcrow> ((mun thinks she’s gonna go to bed))
<LizStormcrow> ((ok. Goodnight then.))
<Protocol> (( ::nods huggles:: Night then!))
<Mac_Metallikat> ((kies, nights!))
<LizStormcrow> ((Namaarie!))
<SypherSK> ((G’nights!))
*** LizStormcrow has left #mbi_sk
<Protocol> ::stands looking around outside as some of the crowd who isn’t doing buisness inside exits:: <Everything is so black and white with you isn’t it? Don’t you realize the danger you’ve put yourself in by being here?>
<SypherSK> <Not entirely. And, yes. It’s not like I’ve never put myself in danger before…> ::granted, not matter how much trouble he gets in, this time he can’t call his CyberKat half::
<Protocol> ::laughs a bit both aloud and mentally:: <Ah yes but I believe it was when you were a full powered cyberkat, wasn’t it?> ::turns ‘n skulks back in::
<Protocol> ::near the door, scanning the crowd::
<SypherSK> <I haven’t been for a while now…>
<Protocol> <So brave of you. I suggest you exit this place, or those ahem… businessmen will become suspicious of you.::
<Protocol> <Josie>::gets to her car, radios Enforcer Dispatch to report on the goings on, and to send backup::
<Mac_Metallikat> <Thug 1> Hey, that guy’s been there for awhile now <Thug 2> Let’s see what he’s doing here.
<SypherSK> ::inner grumble, knows she’s right and can’t find a good place to hide and watch, will just have to hope some of them get caught when Josie calls for backup, heads for a door:;
<Protocol> ::eyes dart about, she see his exit?::
<SypherSK> ::steps out… in back of the building? prolly not a good place to be with thugs interested in him… is up to you if Prot sees him or not::
<Protocol> <Enforcers>::send out several cars to the scene, but will take ten to twenty minutes::
<Protocol> ::notes where he went. exits the building from her entrance. makes way quickly towards his side of the building, towards the back::
<SypherSK> ::stepping outside, looks around::
<Protocol> ::makes a turn, spots Sypher. makes a bee-line towards him::
<Protocol> <Josie>::waits in the car for Sy ‘n the backup::
<SypherSK> ::blinks, turns, seeing her:: <Crud… Okay, Sy… Stay cool… She doesn’t know Kaeru took away your CyberKat half…>
<Protocol> ::steps up to him:: <Why are you just standing here?> ::glances inside, Thugs still heading towards Sy?::
<Mac_Metallikat> <Thugs> :: gradually heading towards Sy ::
<SypherSK> Well, you seemed to want to talk… ::side glance at thugs::
*** Mac_Metallikat is now known as Thugs
<Protocol> And we will. So c’mon, tough guy. ::smiles at the thugs, attempts to grab Sy by the arm to tug him a bit to walk with her::
<Protocol> ((<Mattmun>::sighs. been demoted. Was a show supervillain. Now is a group of NPC thugs… all of them put together isn’t as good as a show supervillain…::))
<SypherSK> ::lets himself be grabbed, but makes a face at her… that turns into a smirk:: Hey now… We shouldn’t go around arm in arm… My youngest… “nephew” might kill me for that…
<Thugs> :: stop as Prot walks with Sy. Saw what she did to Mac, don’t intend to “interupt” her ::
<SypherSK> ((::LOL::))
<Protocol> ::hrmphs:: Many pardons. ::then looks at the thugs and grins:: Hope you enjoyed the fight. ::starts to walk off again.::
<SypherSK> ::goes with Prot, it’s prolly safer… prolly:: So, what *were* you doing here? Just practicing your moves?
<Protocol> ::won’t argue that Driver’s out of town, or that she doesn’t like Sy that way, or that she’s just getting him outta there to try and be nice, so the thugs don’t ask stuff::
<Protocol> No. I was working thank you.
<SypherSK> With Globulous again?
<Protocol> ::only reason she’s being nice is ’cause she thinks he’s still with his “other half” and there’s no point in fighting::
<SypherSK> ::falling into step besid her::
<Protocol> Globulous? ::playing dumb. <g>::
<Thugs> ((<Sy> You don’t have to try and act dumb, you pull that off naturally <Prot> Tee-Hee! :: pause :: Did that come out of me?))
<Protocol> ::plus is only half powered by that darkmatter::
<SypherSK> Yeah. Either that or some other guy strong enough to pluck you out of the air like you weighed nothing after Mac tried to launch you out of the building.
<Protocol> ((::diies::))
<SypherSK> ((::snorks!::))
<Protocol> Very good. ::claps a couple times for a mock applause::
<Protocol> I don’t enjoy working for him, so don’t worry this won’t become a habit.
<SypherSK> ::arches a brow:: Globulous is employing these days?
<Protocol> ::snorts:: Of course not.
<Protocol> He’s still a lackey himself.
<SypherSK> So, you’re back with Dark Kat. ::not a question::
<Protocol> NO! ::stops at that as they’re away from the gym now ‘n down another alley. glares at him:: Not really…
<SypherSK> Not really, but… sorta kinda?
<Protocol> ::huffs:: For the time being. until he gives me whot I want. ::folds her arms::
<SypherSK> What you want? ::eyes narrow suddenly:: And, that thing you want involves your powers, doesn’t it?
<Protocol> ::takes in a breath and exhales:: Yes, alright? Yes it does. He has some of that dark matter… I NEED all of it, not a sliver, not half of it like now, but all of it! And the only way I can get it from him is by doing whotever odd errand he has for me.
<SypherSK> ::blinks at the stress on “need”:: And, you trust him to give it to you?
<SypherSK> You just tried to kill him *again* hardly two weeks ago, you know.
<Protocol> He’s given me some already, through Globulous but…
<Protocol> And I’ll DO it again once I’m at full strength. Him AND Globulous.
<SypherSK> ::turns as though to leave her:: Hmm… Well, be careful… It’s not as if they don’t realize that…
<Protocol> Of course they realize that, but whot other options do I have?
<Protocol> Besides… he threatened if I don’t help him… he’d destroy all the cyberkats…
<SypherSK> ::stops at that, looks back at her:: What?
<Protocol> ::nods:: It was part of the offer he made with me. After that incident in the park… Globulous grabbed me and took me to some lair or another. He tested me then said that Dark Kat had an offer. It was on a tablet, said that he wanted me back in his services. If I helped him, I’d be rewarded, and if not, he’d destroy all the cyberkats.
<Protocol> How, I’m not for sure… but I think he can do it with the dark matter.
<SypherSK> ::blinks:: He’d use it to destroy us and you want more of it? What if it’s some kind of poison?
<Thugs> <DK> :: yes he can, but how is a different story, bwahahaha ::
<SypherSK> ((<Dark Kat> ::means to make all the C-Kats dark matter junkies::))
<Protocol> Its not a poison! And if it is I don’t care! I need it, Sypher, I need it… at least until I can somehow get my own real powers back.
<Protocol> ((::dead::))
<SypherSK> ::arches a brow, frowns:: What if I called Matrix back and we gave you your original powers back?
<Protocol> ::blinks at that:: You’d… you’d do that?
<SypherSK> Yes. ((Of course, I can’t do diddly and Matrixmun isn’t around, but I’ll think of something!))
<Protocol> ((LOL))
<Protocol> Then… I guess I’d not need the dark matter anymore…
<SypherSK> And, what about Dark Kat? ::doubts Dark Kat would keep his word even if Prot helped him anywho::
<Protocol> Whot about him?
<SypherSK> Would you keep working for him?
<Protocol> Only long enough to get the rest of the dark matter from him so he couldn’t harm us.
<SypherSK> ::arches a brow, but doesn’t think she could combine her CyberKat powers with the dark matter if she wanted to:: I’ll talk to Matrix then… You know he’s not exactly going to be easy to convince…
<Protocol> And what if he flat out refuses? Which… he probably will…
<Protocol> Will you make him do it, Sypher?
<SypherSK> He won’t… And, if he does… ::shrugs:: I can probably walk Driver through what to do… I know he won’t refuse.
<Protocol> Probably? ::raises brow:: But whot if he can’t? Afterall he’s malfunctioning as well…
<Protocol> I don’t want him to be harmed further.
<SypherSK> Well then, I’ll just have to work extra hard on Matrix… I’m pretty sure he’d rather have you back as a CyberKat than using that weird dark matter stuff…
<Protocol> ::smirks:: He’d rather I have neither. As I’m sure you do.
<SypherSK> Well, one can’t get everything one wants.
<Protocol> We’ll see about that, Sypher. ::backs up a bit from him:: If your other half should finally give up on YOU, and left you powerless, you’d do the same as I.
<SypherSK> ::looks at her:: Perhaps… I’ll deal with that when and if the time comes.
<Protocol> ::chuckles:: Of course you will. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get some rest and be ready for when I have to do something else. ::backs up towards an alleyway::
<SypherSK> Alright… ::turns to go himself:: And, I *will* see what I can do with Matrix…
<Protocol> ::turns as well:: I won’t hold my breath… ::heads off::
<SypherSK> ::heads off himself, circling around a block before heading for Josie’s car::
<Protocol> <Josie>::sits waiting, wonders if those gangsters are still there to be busted? XD::
<Protocol> <Josie>::getting worried about Sy too. thinking she shouldn’t have given back that jacket just yet::
<SypherSK> ::comes up to the passenger’s side door and knocks on the window::
<Protocol> <Josie>::jumps! then grins, opens the door for him:: There you are! I was thinking I should come back for you. What did you find out from those criminals? Anything?
<Protocol> ::heads back to that apartment. that bum better not be there or she’ll go off on ‘im::
<SypherSK> Not much from them, but I got an earful from Protocol.
<SypherSK> ::repeats what he got from Prot::
<Protocol> <Josie> I see… ::sighs shaking her head:: well at least you know what she’s doing at least. Hopefully when the Enforcers get there they can bust up those gangsters and get info out of them.
*** Protocol is now known as JosieLyons
<JosieLyons> ::looks at him:: You alright, Sypher? Anyone follow you or anything?
<SypherSK> I don’t think so… but we should probably get going… Just wondering how I’m going to deal with Prot when she finds out about me…
<JosieLyons> ::starts up the car ‘n heads back towards MBI HQ:: Finds out what about you?
<SypherSK> That I’ve lost my CyberKat half… Maybe for good…
<JosieLyons> For good? But… I thought you uh… talked? Talked it back to staying with you?
<JosieLyons> ::doesn’t know about Kaeru::
<JosieLyons> ::about her draining him that is.::
<SypherSK> Unfortunately, it and I had a little run-in… ::pauses, wonders if he should tell Josie about Kaeru as her abilities aren’t exactly common knowledge::
<JosieLyons> ::pulls back to the MBI. parks her car ‘n gets out:: Run in…? I’m sorry, Sypher, I’m a bit slow on things of the more technological aspects. ^^;
<JosieLyons> What sort of run in?
<Thugs> ((<Josie> Com-pyu-tor? :: blinks ::))
<JosieLyons> ((::dies!:: <Josie> >.<!!!))
<SypherSK> I had a run-in with Kaeru… It’s not something that should be nosed around, but she’s a bit of an energy… well, vampire, sort of…
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD::))
<Thugs> ((<Kaeru> :: hangs upsidown in the MBI closet ::))
<JosieLyons> ::blinks, has a worried expression <oh no… not more magic too…>:: Come again?
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!))
<Thugs> ((I think I’m gonna be heading out. Sleep be callin’.))
<SypherSK> ((::diiiiies::))
<SypherSK> ((G’nights!))
<JosieLyons> ((LOL Night Matt!))
<JosieLyons> ((::hugs::))
*** Thugs has quit IRC (Exit: Man who catch fly with chop sticks accomplish anything)
<SypherSK> She has the power to drain energy – usually life force energy. To my knowledge, she doesn’t usually use it maliciously, and we discovered that she can drain a sort of… ambient energy CyberKats give off when they’re in solid form. It’s why she likes working at the MBI.
<JosieLyons> ::blinks:: I had no idea… she seems so nice and everything…
<JosieLyons> But what does she have to do with your other half?
<SypherSK> She usually is quite harmless… especially with us CyberKats around. We give her no reason to bother anyone else and what she absorbs has no effect on us. Unfortunately, she touched the dark matter that Protocol had and it did something strange to her…
<JosieLyons> … like what? ::asks quietly, as if Kaeru might pop out at any moment XD::
<SypherSK> It was like it drained all her energy… leaving her desperate to get it back… She drained my CyberKat half away… though I can still sense it… distantly.
<JosieLyons> ::blinks, eyes widen:: All of it? Did she try to drain YOU as you are now as well?
<SypherSK> She drained a little, but I don’t think she was trying.
<JosieLyons> Have you talked with her since? Do you even know where she is?
<SypherSK> ::shakes his head:: No… And, I don’t know what to do to help her… Her powers are magical. Not exactly my area of expertise.
<JosieLyons> Magic… who IS an expert on that stuff? ::sighs;: Maybe the dark matter just affected her her temporarily…?
<JosieLyons> ((- onna those “her”s XD ::is seepy gal XD::))
<SypherSK> That’s what I’m hoping…